Chapter 446

Contrary to its name, ‘The Tunnel’, which can be said to be a haven for outlaws who make money by traveling back and forth between Etis-El and the Demonic Territory, is nothing more than a backstreet world that exists inside an ordinary port city.

If there was a singularity, it was that such a space existed in both Etis-L and the Demonic Territory, and that communication magic tools were being used unimaginably actively in other cities for smooth smuggling and communication between each other?

There is also a story that the wizards, who were judged to be difficult to do proper activities because they were rumored to have committed some crime, gathered regardless of whether they were humans or demons, and in the process of trying to cross the border, the naturally created gangs are the predecessors of the tunnels. There was... but now it was just an old story that no one cares about.

However, apart from such old stories, the system they built and their own rules became the pillars that maintained and supported the tunnel, so breaking them is considered a clear taboo.

No matter how much transgression and lawlessness were our daily lives, we needed a place to put our feet on. It was the rule for those who threatened that small piece of land to pay for their lives by the entire tunnel.

“Keuhehe, that’s what you broke now! Do you understand, you fucking horny bastards?”

One of them is digging up a request. The next thing is to make a sword fight in the tunnel.

After living in a tunnel all her life, picking up trash, stabbing a competitor into the back of her head, and enduring until she reached the 40th line, Quansala, who was continuing her life after finding a plausible smuggling route, was bloody in her cries.

There was a slight amount of crying mixed in, but it wasn’t from pain, but more like the rage of someone who had been deprived of what they had.

“Crazy bastards. If they went crazy while digging up dirt in the interior, they should have gone crazy. Touching the tunnel? Even crossing over to Isthel? will disappear!”

It’s not a threat. not even a threat

With all his limbs already gone, what he called out to the attackers as he burned his last life was a simple ‘future’. Quansala remembered countless outlaws who had made fun of the tunnels and died miserably.

The mercenary group of beasts called the thirty wildcats? Ignoring the warnings and going wild, I was poisoned. A demon warrior who couldn’t fix his habit even though he ran away after committing murder while looking for a strong man? He fell asleep in the sea with a lump of iron that even his great strength could not break.

These guys will too. Although he regretted not being able to see it in person, Quansala laughed in advance because he had firm faith. Such was the miasma of the so-called ‘grubs’ that lived nailed to the tunnel.

“The bastard is filthy noisy.”

However, the demon he called a horned man kicked the amputated side of his leg that had been cut off, crinkling his brow as if he was dissatisfied with the loud voice rather than the words that the laughing Quansala splattered with blood and spittle.

Laughter turned into a scream, and of course the demon’s eyebrows became more distorted.

“I’ve lived my life and been threatened by criminal bastards, and I see all sorts of things. You bastards! Hurry up and find them! If you can’t see them, say you can’t see them! Do you want to go?”

The demon who turned his head away from Quansala turned around and shouted at the dozen strong men who were almost toppling over the large room, which was so queer because there was no window, but their behavior did not change.

“I’ve found it. The church. The saintess. And the western edge of Ethiel.”

Either that or not, the Demon, who was just abusing the superior’s privileges to his heart’s content, picked up a document and shouted out with a tinge of color at the words of his subordinate.

It wasn’t an honorific, but the captain didn’t care. He was more like an advisor than a subordinate.

Rather, he was a man who did not bow his head to magicians, even though he was in a situation where he was insufficient even if he used a title of honor.

“It’s called ‘Sueun’, when you come back?”

“Well. I don’t know about that yet.”

At least that wizard was a good guy. He’s been consistently rude since we first met, but he doesn’t care at all.

The captain took out a hatchet, wiped the blood off Quansala’s less dirty clothes, and threw a candle that had been burning quietly on the desk to set the room on fire. It was a sudden act driven by a whim, but instead of being surprised, the subordinates quickly moved their bodies and left the room, and the captain opened his mouth as he looked dissatisfiedly at the blazing fire.

“If it doesn’t work, I’ll have to climb a mountain. How can I get to Ogwen from the edge of the capital?”

“I already know the coordinates there. I can’t move all at once... but if I move roughly a day or two, the distance will come out.”

“...You know quite a bit? Are you a participant in the operation?”

I only knew that he was an advisor and was involved...

“Did you come here with an order to kill us all if it turns out that the operation was leaked?”

It seems that it was not.

The wizard, who was staring at the captain who was worried about whether he should reapply blood on his ax because he felt bad for a moment, waved his hand at the flames and chanted quietly.

“It was.”

Then, as if it were natural, he turned around and went to visit.

The captain, who had the intention of even threatening to hear the truth, couldn’t even react properly to the prompt reply that came out without hesitation, and lost his direction like a dog chasing chickens.

“Fuck. Cool is good. How many people can go?”

“Ten people.”

“Write it down.”

“I didn’t expect you to sound weak.”

“The other party is a church. Do you know what Epaga-nim will change? You must definitely cut it off.”

The wizard reacted with surprise this time at the captain’s cautious answer, who had acted as if he would stick his horn in without fear of the world, but it was only for a moment. Climbing the stairs, passing through corpses and bloody living rooms, struggling until he left the building, the wizard looked at the morning sun rising in the distance and spoke his conclusion.

“Choose the elite. Even if I do my best, thirteen is the end.”

“Damn it, I guess I’ll just hope God doesn’t do anything.”

It was a truly disrespectful answer for a person who wanted to annihilate the saintess and religious people who had sneaked into enemy territory, but the wizard did not bother to point it out.

He had already committed a greater disrespect, so he didn’t care much about that.

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